So last night Nick & I took Beau and Georgie to the Auckland Pride Parade 2018. As an NZ Celebrant I marched with my friends the Glitter Squad – a group of amazing people from all around New Zealand who are licensed to wed, and stand to #marryallthepeople. Because #loveislove.
The Glitter Squad were there to celebrate love, and did so by marrying a couple (Victoria and Sinead) right then and there DURING THE PARADE! An Australasian first – which I was beyond proud to be a part of. Laura Giddey was the one to officiate things (who, by the by, is also our very own Mary Poppins – having recently babysat Beau and Georgie so Nick and I could go see Robbie Williams, and succeeding in having them both sound asleep all night long! What a bloody legend all round!) – it was all such a pleasure to witness and so exciting to be there.
But I’m not going to lie to you – taking a 3 year old and a 5 month old to an inner city parade that starts at 7.30pm was NOT easy! In fact, right before the parade started and I realised Georgie was not going to sleep in her stroller (as I had so hopefully expected!), I was a split second away from asking Nick if we could turn around and go home… but then the Air Force Hercules did it’s fly-past to kick off the parade and I caught a glimpse of Beau’s face – so full of awe and excitement and joy – that I remembered why it was so important for me to be there, with them.
For Beau and Georgie, who were born after 2013, they will always have lived in a country with marriage equality. A place where love is love. They may not even recognise ‘same sex marriage’… because, to them, it has always been just marriage. This makes me prouder than ever.
So I forgot about my awkwardness, my tiredness, my unfitness, my too-fat-to-fit-my-clothes-ness – and instead was surrounded by all the love, the excitement, the fun… and the pride. Just as I had intended to be.
Poor old Georgie didn’t sleep until we got back to the car at 9.30pm… she was so beyond exhausted and we ended up having a restless night with her because of it. She hadn’t cried during the parade, else we would have found a way to get out and leave early, but she did lose it on the final block back to the car… with an aching body and sore feet, already past my own bedtime, I felt as though we probably did her wrong. But she had been held close, was warm and safe, I breastfed when she needed it, and during the parade she had been in as much awe as her brother – who had taken it all in his stride, including the hustle and bustle walking alllll the way back to our parked car.
Sometimes parenthood is about pushing our boundaries, stepping out of our comfort zones, and introducing our children to the bigger world around them.
And sometimes it’s about staying home and wearing PJs and napping a lot – wish is sure as heck what we’ll be doing for the next few days!
Peace, love, and pride.